Every time I make a mistake,
I let it go.
I let it slip to the devil
who returns it inside me again.
I don't know why
my subconscious let me wander away from my aspirations.
I never ponder upon those events
that I never want to reenact
ever in my life.They say 'To err is human.'
But making the same mistake
again and again ,
Is acceptable?
My mistakes are probably forgiven.
But I'm not.
I'm rewarded with apathy instead.
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Debris Of My Existence
PoetryThe memories and experience of my life collided and bombarded itself as a bomb explosion. And now there only exists the debris of my existence.